Look, you don’t have to be Ozymandias
to enjoy life
Shout your eternal, infernal Yes to the hillside
and it will holler back
as a mother playing peek-a-boo
with her enfant terrible
Agent of chaos, perhaps
but briefly beautiful butterfly, besides
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Sow the Wind
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Sometimes, the truth doesn’t fit
so, we trim a little here
and stretch a little there
All done and dusted;
but, still, it feels off:
something’s missingProcrustination
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Get out of your own way
Excuse Me
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Oh, for Heaven’s sake,
refrain from technically defining me
Do Not Take My Name In Vain!
I will be what I will beFirst Principles
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Among my favorites
of the amazing pictures I have selected
lies a special collection
The holy profane
Some gorgeous woman’s
outrageous private fling
Nudes of various humbly proud vacationers
on a Mediterranean beach
coaxed out of their bikinis
by the shared sisterly spirit
of a bisexual bombshell of a tour guide
A transvestite’s iconic sketches
of beauties boldly posing
Now removed
While I gaze with wonderment
at the others from time to time
resplendent and supernumerary as they are
a longing remains — an inner viewing
in the back room of my soul
for the extraordinary evidences
real-life spectacle
frank, comfortable joy
reveling in their personal superlativacity -
Of course they made it up
but it was such a beautiful story
such tortuous exaltation
suspended between
the gloriful visage of the divine
and the miraculous bounty of nature
taken in small amounts over time
they defied mortality
and bet their lives on itTo Blave
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After thinking about it for a while
I think I think too muchHalting
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I used to identify with Krishna
so ready to share myself
with all 16,108 queens at once
Now I realize I am just one of the queens
touched by the spirit of a profligate King
baring with joy divine fruit
knit from my very flesh, blood, and soul
Well, aren’t we allTell-all
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I sat on the bench near the mystical pond
a lanternfly sat across from me
I wanted to pet it
and bent across
and looked directly at it
“Too invasive,” I thought
and I sufficed myself by gazing at the pond
The next minute,
that critter was crawling up to me
I was hoping he would perch on my lap
but he decided to crawl up my back
Jesus, well,
I sufficed myself by gazing at the pond
And, the next minute,
he’s sitting right back to where
he had been sitting before
I mean, I guess he satisfied himself
Well, then, some other day
I was walking around the mystical pond
a water snake made a startled lunge
towards the water
I stopped right there; he stopped too
He rested his head on the rock
at the edge of the pond
and let the sun bathe him
and he just cocked his head
and gave me a long once over
and I sufficed myself by gazing at the pond
Well, he just looked at me
for a good chunk of time
and every now and then
I glanced over —
He was just there, not moving,
looking at me same as ever
At one point, he did yawn
sort of a grandma-what-big-teeth-you-have moment
and I surmised his jaws would
fit around my big toe
But, after that, he was back to the looking-at-me
and I sufficed myself by gazing at the pond
Then, one time, I looked over
and he was stretching out straight towards me
But, it was only to rest his head on another rock,
just one over,
then back to the staring
and I sufficied myself by gazing at the pond
Well, then, he went as to come towards me again
But, it was only to go up the hill
into the trees
I mean, I guess he satisfied himself -
I bask in your light
its radiant energy pours through me
part cat nap, part dancing fairy
without your light, I would be colorless
Do I imbue it?
Do I blush?
I delight in the color I imbue your light with
my stain is my offering
I dream of lighting up the world with it
Oh, well, so, perhaps
you have arraigned me next to others —
I wonder what that looks like
If I could step back, I might see
some special arrangement
such as a rainbow I sometimes see
I am not ashamed of what there is to see
of your creationThrough a Glass, Stained
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